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Hold on, don't fall asleep to this Listen to me on this Slowly, follow my vocal like a compass, woah Now use my inflections, to enable your functions Slow, now it's up, woah, and it's stuck They say I talk about sex too much though? Like really was that sexual? Yo They say I'm always getting sexual, sexual But I'm a poet though Is it 'cause my black is blue? Is it 'cause my black is blue? Is it 'cause my black is blue? Nah, I didn't stutter, I didn't stutter I hope my skin don't dirt this white bikini Is what I worry 'bout whenever they come near me Meanwhile, I'm tryna hide this fat panini Guess I talk about sex too much, hmm I know I'm not like other girls, other girls, covеr girls, yeah In another world, other world, othеr world Call me strange fruit, call me strange (Dr. Strange) Say I talk about sex too much, no way They say I talk about sex too much, no way Is it 'cause my black is blue? Lupita raspberry blue? Is it 'cause my black is blue? Letras de cancionesNah, I didn't stutter, I didn't stutter I know five guys, one's a wise guy One's a smart guy, and a shy guy And a sly guy, but the funny guy? Oh, the funny guy got my tummy tight, yeah The sly guy, he a little bit of chubby, always talking 'bout his money So I make him spend his money, oh And the wise guy with the thunder-like, Thor God of thunder pipe And then you say I talk about sex too much? Nigga, that's a trip if you just add that up Listen, the boss keep trippin' like, don't sex it up Listen I throw a pussy line just to wrap it up, like a bow on top It's not about that sexual, yeah But I, I keep it drippin' 'cause you know, I, I have to, yo, yeah And I, and I, and I keep it pimpin 'cause I'm, I'm flexible, yeah I, I, I keep it drippin' (I keep 'em slippin'), but do they listen? Oh Is it 'cause my black is blue? Is it 'cause my black is blue? Is it 'cause my black's too blue? Oh no, I didn't stutter, I didn't stutter Oh-oh, is it 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I'm blacka, blacka, blue, blue? Oh-oh, is it 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I'm blacka, blacka, blue, blue? Motherfucker what the fuck, what the fuck did I do do to you? I'm chocolate dipped in fucki' purple Just call Lupita, I'ma need her They say I talk about sex too much, sex too much, come on now Sex too much, sex too much? That wasn't even sexual, yeah From Letras Mania